The Last Temptation Novel Novels & Stories

“The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?” Heat scorched my face. My eyes widened as realization crashed into me. He had found it. The private little erotica book I thought I had hidden perfectly, the one filled with scenes I’d devoured late at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark, sinful things I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the courage to ask for. “Lorenzo…” I hissed, clutching the blanket tighter around me. “Where is it?” But he only shook his head, still smirking, and turned toward the hall.

I looked into the t and the dark, and the last trace of Liam's presence faded like smoke in the dark. "Is this his last attempt, or is he not going to relent?

"The day you fail to do that will be your last day working here. Hope I made myself clear?" "Y-yes sir," Seraphina replied. He just passed her some simple information yet he spoke so harshly as if she had committed an offense. Well, technically, she did commit one by spilling her coffee on a supernatural king. No one might've ever done that to him and Seraphina Lightwood manages to be the first. She should count herself lucky to still be alive.

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if

I covered my mouth as I continued to read the will. ‘I made an unforgivable mistake by cheating on your great-grandmother, all for the sake of keeping our blood intact and cleaning us from being the traitors of our own kind. And as my other family carried on in pleasing me and building the life I have always looked forward to, it was too late for me to realize what kind of mistake I have made. I lost my wife. My mistress has killed her and I was fooled into covering it all up. In everyday I proceed on living like nothing has happened, my guilt has slowly gotten the best of me, and as I become older, I started to realize every mistake I have done to the family I have sworn to protect with my

She wandered the labyrinthine estate, her bare feet sinking into plush carpets, until she found the double glass doors of the east wing. She pushed them open to reveal a two-story library. Books lined the walls, stretching toward the ceiling, and a gentle fire crackled in the center hearth. Tucked away in a quiet corner sat a small, cluttered desk. Among the personal items were photos of a younger, bruised Darius in boxing gear and a candid shot of him laughing on a boat. Beneath a paperweight lay a hand-drawn sketch of a wild, overgrown garden with a scrawled, youthful note: “A place where no one has to be a king.” Hezekiah traced the lines, a lump forming in her throat. Beneath the fortres

She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book of DEATH REINCARNATE.” Hearing the pleasant title of the world that HE is somewhat been rooting for as it is the very world where He plans everything to spin and twist as the final battlefield. Worst as it is the primary word where HE imprisons the primary and primordial sins who defies HIM along with the first creation that rebels against HIM. HE could not help but giggle in pleasure and excitement as HE draws a final sinister smile at the very end and whispers.

I just found where I'm going to spend the rest of my time while Keo is absent. I spend at least half an hour inspecting as many books as possible before one piques my interest. It's particularly old, written over a century ago. By the looks of it, it details some Angel-blood history regarding Demon's. Lugging the book upstairs, I lay it on my bed, flipping the cover open. I take my time scanning the small text, learning about the war, about Angel's depiction of Demon's. It's rough, hearing how they detail the mass death's, and how they justify it.

My arms and legs were toned over all I loved my new body. My relationship with Matt became somewhat uncomfortable. I noticed that he will stare at me at times and the look in his eyes were filled with emotions I struggled to decipher. I learned how to control my own emotions as well my face is usually void of any emotion unless I want you to see it. I held a lot of guilt inside me because not only did I become the Seductive Temptress I also became a killer, a deadly one. I can still remember the first guy I killed although I no longer have nightmares about it I still felt some guilt and remorse. Not because he was a good guy no but because that situation changed my whole life I felt guilty b

The room was still fighting while I knelt with my hand on the floor like prayer had teeth. Then the hunger found us there too. It slid into the dark beneath the chamber wearing my face again, but thinner now, less certain, stretched by the dual bond above. “Ask them what they wanted in the end,” it whispered. “Not justice. Not truth. Relief. Give them that. Tear the whole foundation open and let everything buried finally devour what remains.” The temptation in it was vile because it dressed destruction as mercy.